Bloody snow [36/365]

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

John Ruskin

 

And finally it snowed.

 

Pure white and lightweight, the flakes in the morning, quietly, they covered all in white, giving the city a serene, peaceful, tidy and clean area.

 

Cold and wet, the rain drops that after lunch began to come down, angry and heavy, melting the whiteness of the snow.

 

And then the cold in the evening, after work, frozing the hot breath coming out of the mouth.

 

In the end, the warmth home, in the evening, under the covers.

 

Silence.

 

Good Night.

Done